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          “Come with me deary, It's high past your turn to play.” Grell took your hand and brought you to the center of the room. “Go ahead, don't be shy now.” He pushed the purse towards you. “Go ahead and pick an item for yourself.” You happily placed your hand inside the bright red purse and began searching for an item. Nothing was really grabbing your attention, there was simply to much for you to identify. Finally you settled on something. It was a bone, nothing special about it, just a regular, slightly chewed on bone. “So, who put what was left of their dinner in here?” Pluto's ears per

        "Alright boys and girls, Eraserhead's out today due to some reason or another, so it looks like I'm going to be filling in for him." Having just burst through the classroom door, Present Mic lifted a hand to his ear as if waiting for some kind of applause. "Everyone loves a substitute, so let me hear your excitement!” Despite his attempt to excite the students, the room stayed quiet. “Too early for cheering? Alright, that's a okay! Now, about today's lesson plan.” Quickly searching through the desk Present Mic let out a loud, nervous laugh. “I don't have one.” Standing up so fast his seat almost fell out

I stared at the barren walls of my cell, my clawed hands scratching at the orange jumpsuit I had been forced into, the one THEY had forced me into. Bile rises in my throat as I flex my stained claws; I can hear a clicking noise followed by a few beeps before a man’s voice comes over the intercom. “SCP-2185, it is time for your weekly health evaluation and cell cleaning. Please get up and step forward with your hands up where we can see them.” The voice says plainly, I can still hear a slight hint of fear in it though, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. I get up from my bed and walk over to the door of my cell, rolling m

You groaned, your head lay on the headrest of your desk chair. You were bored but your parents had made a rule when you were little that you couldn't go out after five o'clock. It was six. You were about to groan again when you heard a beeping sound coming from your computer. You lifted your head, your eyebrow raised in question as you stared at the screen. There was a message on it, from Cleverbot. Cleverbot: What are you doing inside? Shouldn't you be outside having fun? User: How did you know I was inside? Cleverbot: I can see you User: Logical, creepy, but logical Cleverbot: You never answered my question User: I'm inside because

They missed her desperately. They wanted her back but nothing would work. No amount of begging or murders could pay to bring her back to them. She’s trapped in the world her mind created for her and can’t see back into her home world; their world. She can’t remember them or her life at the mansion they brought her to. They only way to communicate with her is this very screen. Her mind creates images of them and shows them to her through this window to her world. The stories she reads give her a glimpse of the personalities of her dearest friends. But she doesn’t realize any of this is real. It’s all just imag